Quotes About Child

The pure beauty of death is impossible to describe as the birth of a child, the betrayal of a lover, the moment of orgasm

A child, indeed, but the heart of the concentrated faith of thousands, the essence of their prayers, longings, hopes. Whether it is Lhasa or Rome—all are united by one wish: to find God and to serve Him.

Child, you are like a flower,So sweet and pure and fair.I look at you, and sadnessTouches me with a prayer.

To gain approval, to avoid trouble, he had to mirror what was around him: it was how he had tried to win love from his mother as a child. It was a life of perpetual disguise.

Reality always falls short of essence. Every child knows that.

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

The mother's heart is the child's school-room.

He was nine years old; he was a child; he he knew his own soul, it was precious to him, he guarded it as the eyelid guards the eye, and without the key of love he let no one into his soul.

The child, a little girl with bare legs and long golden curls, was a being perfectly foreign to him, chiefly because she was trained quite otherwise than he wished her to be. There sprang up between the husband and wife the usual misunderstanding, without even the wish to understand each other, and then a silent warfare, hidden from outsiders and tempered by decorum.

Soon after the doctor, Dolly had arrived. She knew that there was to be a consultation that day, and though she was only just up after her confinement (she had another baby, a little girl, born at the end of the winter), though she had trouble and anxiety enough of her own, she had left her tiny baby and a sick child, to come and hear Kitty's fate, which was to be decided that day.

To deny that in a child after baptism sin remains is to treat with contempt both Paul and Christ.

Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.

Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

The fundamental goal of education, writes Dewey, "is the development of a spirit of social co-operation and community life...." The goal is to foster the child's "social capacity"—by, among other things, "saturating him with the spirit of service...."21

The birth of a natural child is predated by months of burden and days of travail; so is the birth of a spiritual child.

Too often, parents today allow their desire to please their child to govern their parenting. If your relationship with your child is governed by your own desire to be loved by him or her, the odds are good that you will not achieve even that objective.

As we educate a child -- removing out of its path those obstacles over which we ourselves, in early days, have stumbled, and strengthening its mind with the aid of our own matured experience -- we, as it were, construct a new and better replica of ourselves, and thus enable the race to move slowly, but surely, forward towards the ultimate goal of existence -- towards perfection.

When parents, in the belief that they are doing the right thing, trample underfoot some ideal that lies latent in the heart of their child they cause, more often than not, to germinate in its place disillusionment, hatred, vice; it is fortunate indeed if the existence thus turned awry does not degrade into a life of crime, instead of one of calm content and universal respect.

The question of morality and conscience, a hallmark of creativity, enters with the sense of injustice that the orphaned child feels and continues to feel into adulthood," and eventually develops into "a thirst for identity, a need to imprint oneself on the world."3

Sometimes God calms the storm, but sometimes God lets the storm rage and calms His child.

Bring Your Child to Work Day -- that's how we got George W. Bush.

He looked like a child who had been slightly misdelivered, with some subpar forceps handling by the attending.

that's what it was. Deliberately embarrassing. That's what death did, it treated you like a child, like everything you had ever thought and done and cared about was just a child's game, to be crumpled up and thrown away when it was over. It didn't matter. Death didn't respect you. Death thought you were bullshit, and it wanted to make sure you knew it.